Lyrics The Prophet - The Band Royale

The Prophet

Can you feel it?
It’s all too much too soon
A home
Is not just an empty room
A fall from grace
Is just what we need
Give me shelter
Or just give me a place to bleed
Am I dramatic
Or is this feeling real?
It’s automatic
The human need to feel
Prick your finger
And watch the droplets pool
I dream in red
and love’s a fool
I don’t even know my name
I can’t recall from where I came
But this game
The memories come, and in waves
In waves, in waves, in waves, in waves
Alone
I’m in my natural state
Vaguely aware
Ancient forces are pulling me out
They’re pulling me out
It’s late
And the hour is drawing nigh
Our faith rewarded
The kingdom in the sky
Let us gather
And raise our cups on high
Our path wasn’t easy
And the prophet would never lie
Drink it down
Drink it down
Drink it down
The pyre it grows
Drink it down
The pyre it grows and grows